Love me After (Book 1 of Strangers)

Chapter 32 - What are we?

A soft groan escaped my lips before I reached up to rub my eyes. As I slowly opened them I shut them back immediately and hissed at the sun's ray. I continued to rub my eyes before I turned the other way on the bed to avoid the blinding ray.

As I turned and got more comfortable I paused as my gaze landed on Weston who was asleep. His hair was a mess and pink lips slightly bruised as his chest gently rose and fell.

And soon after all the memories of what we did began to fill my head. God knows how long, how many times we did it before we fell asleep. The last thing I could remember was staring at the dark sky through the window before Weston spooned me and we fell asleep.

Weston looked so peaceful as he slept, an with the sun ray reflecting his raven hair he looked much more angelic. It made my heart skip a beat and made me wonder. How could someone be so beautiful?

My body slowly relaxed as I admired his peaceful state. I didn't want to stand up and risk waking him up, so I just laid there and stared at him, admiring everything about him. But I immediately tensed as his eyes slowly fluttered up.

His gaze immediately locked with mine which made me freeze up more. I wanted to quickly turn away or at least pretend to just be waking up like him, but my body didn't let me. I just laid there, our gaze locked with one another, neither gaze threatening to look away.

"Hey..." Weston whispered, his voice slightly raspy which only made me tingle.

"... Hey" I whispered back, our gazes still locked together. I don't know why we were whispering, but it just felt so right. Usually, at moments like this I would be more than embarrassed and just want to hide my face. But right now it felt like nothing even matter any more.

His gaze eventually shifted from mine and lowered to my neck. He parted his lips and cautiously reached out his hand before making contact with my neck and caressing. His thumb grazed along my neck soothingly. "Sorry" He muttered.

I looked at him confused, but before I could ask he sat up straight and stretched his arms up in the air. And now he sat up I got a clear view of his back which was filled with many scratches, scratches from me. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and cursed at myself at the same time.

Weston said I should go ahead and shower first, and I should use his bathroom. I gave him a soft nod, though I couldn't help but feel disappointed as I thought he might suggest we shower together. Not that I wanted to. It would just seem nice I guess.

I went into the bathroom, and by went I mean I limped, and when I looked in the mirror my gaze immediately fell to my neck which was covered in very noticable hickeys. It practically designed my entire neck and I cursed out at Weston. No wonder he apologized just now.

How was I supposed to go round in public without anyone noticing all of this?! Times like this makes me wonder why I even make choices.

I took a quick shower, using his shampoo which was surprisingly honey and blueberry scent. I would never have believed Weston used scented shampoo till now. I mean he's so tall I seriously would have never known.

I soon finish showering and dried up with a towel in the bathroom Weston said I could use. Once dry I came out the bathroom with the towel round my hips to be met with Weston sitting by the edge of his bed using his phone.

Once he noticed me he put his phone away and stood up to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I didn't bother pushing him away and let him do as he wants. He grinned down at me before he said he'll be in the shower. I nodded at him and he walked into the bathroom but not before kissing my forehead once again.

Lover boy.

I chuckled as I walked to his bed. I spotted a large shirt which had Arctic monkeys logo on it, and on top of the shirt was a little note. I picked the note and read it.